Micaiah
“I see,” Lucifer simply said. Sounding like he was expecting this. Expecting me to give up. His cold dark blue orbs kept staring at me. He was listening. Not even once cutting of my words – my explanation. And he was still wearing that hideous smirk on his face. He was smiling yet I couldn’t read his expression – what he was currently thinking of. Or what he was planning now. Because whenever Lucifer didn’t speak a word, he was cooking up something inside his sick head. “So… Little Venus is pregnant now with your child. That’s interesting.” And he smirked. “That was something that you and Rowan wanted before.” f**k.
“It’s Rowan’s. I was just following,” I countered.
He chuckled. “Had you been more honest since the beginning, none of us will be in this mess. Your father promised
